The Damp Machine

Went to visit a group of hippies camped at the edge of a forest.
They were showing me all their 'green' bits of equipment.
One was a artifact that kept things continually damp.
Not a great problem I thought as we squelched into the forest in a typical West Yorkshire downpour.
It turned out to be an upside down, pyramidal shaped, piece of foam around 6 feet in diameter. This was buried with its base flush with the forest floor.
Items requiring to be kept damp were secreted around its sides etc.
It was also camouflaged.
I had only been shown this as something important belonging to son C's mother was buried there.
It turned out to be a £20 note which C claimed as his own.
The note was falling to pieces and of doubtful value.
So, we dried it out and pasted it into a scrap book of other now useless items which had seemed important at the time.
A little record of our life.

Catching a Bus

I boarded a bus in West Yorkshire. A red double decker armed with two sharp battering rams extending 10 feet out the front.
The driver was furious, he had been 'cut up' by the bus ahead and it was his duty to right the wrong by destroying the hapless bus, driver and passengers.
I held on for dear life as the bus thundered round blind bends, missing oncoming traffic by inches.
I was amazed at the driver's skill.
But, the pursued bus must have been aware of its potential fate and kept just ahead.
Needless to say, everyone missed their stop.
I probably did as well, had I been able to remember where I was going.